Dr. Cyrus Bortel shivered under the threat of his captor's … was it energy? Radiation? Plasma? He wasn't sure, but she was generating it with her hands somehow.
"Please," Bortel cried, "don't take my energy modification chips!"
The woman holding him captive laughed. "Why shouldn't we?"
"I'm begging you. My moodulators were never the same after you –"
"Don't even get me started on those. Ugh!" Bortel's captor – Shego, he remembered – shook her head. "I was running after Drakken like a fucking lovesick teenager for hours."
"Your boss! My, that is embarrassing."
Shego's eyes narrowed. "Not embarrassing. I wasn't me."
"I … Well, nevermind."
Shego tilted Bortel's chair back and held a flaming hand to his face. "Spill."
"Oh! It's really n-nothing. Just, the ch-chips are designed only to enhance feelings, not to g-generate them out of thin air. So if you were chasing after Dr. Drakken –"
The glow? plasma? extinguished, and Shego's eyes went wide. "I do not have feelings for –"
"Come now, Shego. I've got what we need." Dr. Drakken came back into Bortel's lab holding Bortel's four energy modification chips. Well, Bortel supposed they were formerly his, as Dr. Drakken was now stealing them.
Beside Bortel, Shego rearranged her face into an expression of disinterest and made to follow her boss. But before she left, she turned back to Bortel and hissed, "If you tell anyone else this, I will end you." She slammed the door shut behind her, and Bortel dashed off to call Kim Possible.
Not to tell her about the moodulator, of course. He wasn't a masochist.